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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.