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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.