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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Slits 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.