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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.