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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Nas,
Neu!,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.