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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.