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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.