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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.