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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.