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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Brick,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
PIL,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.