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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.