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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.