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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.