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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Brick,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.