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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.