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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.