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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.