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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.