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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Move,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.