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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Move,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.