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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.