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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.