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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.