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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.