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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
UT,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.