Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Index,
EPMD,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.