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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.