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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.