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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.