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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.