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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.