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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.