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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.