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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Faust,
the Germs,
New Order,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.