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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.