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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.