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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.