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 Uganda and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.