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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.