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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.