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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.