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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Neu!,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.