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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.