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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.