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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.