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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.