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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.