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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.