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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.