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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.