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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.