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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.