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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Faust,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Can,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.