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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.