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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.