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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Ossler,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.