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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.