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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.