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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.