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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.