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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.