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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.