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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.