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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.