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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
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.