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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.