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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.