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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.