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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.