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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Swans,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.