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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.