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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 AZ 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.