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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.