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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.