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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
The Index,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.