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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.