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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.