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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.