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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
CMW,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.