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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.