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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Can,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.