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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.