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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.