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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.