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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Skaos to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.