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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.