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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.