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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.