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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.