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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Pulsallama 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.