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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s 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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.