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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Echospace,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Visage,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.