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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.