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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.