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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.