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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.