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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.