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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.