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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.