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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.