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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.