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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.