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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.