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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.