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 Serbia and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.