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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.