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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Skarface,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.