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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.