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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.