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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Can,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.