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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.