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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.