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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.