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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.