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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.