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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.