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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.