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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.