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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.