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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Scion,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.