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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.