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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.