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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mantronix 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.