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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
New Order,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.