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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Mars,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.