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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Faust,
Q65,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.