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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.