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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.