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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.