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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.