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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.