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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic 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 funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
cv313,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.