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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.