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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.