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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.