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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Visage,
The Sound,
Mars,
Television,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.