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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Japan,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.