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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.