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 China and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.