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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Faust,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.