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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.