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 Chad and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.