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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.