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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fall to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
X-102,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Cameo,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.