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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Swans,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.