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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.