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 Poland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.