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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.