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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.