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 Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.