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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.