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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Q65,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.