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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.