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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.