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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Smog,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.