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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Television,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.