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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.