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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Selecter to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.