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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.