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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.