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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.