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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
a-ha,
DNA,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.