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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Can,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Scion,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.