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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.