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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Index,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.