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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.