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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.