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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Darondo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.