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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.