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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.