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 Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.