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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.