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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.