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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.