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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.