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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Names,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.