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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.