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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.