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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.