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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.