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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.