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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Audionom,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.