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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.