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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.