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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.