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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.