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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.