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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.