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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Names,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.