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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.