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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Japan,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.