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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.