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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.