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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Move,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.