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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.