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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.