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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.