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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.