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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.