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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.