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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.