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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
UT,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.