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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.