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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Index,
Nas,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.