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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.