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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Index,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.