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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.