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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.