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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.