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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.