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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.