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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.