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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.