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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.