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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.