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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.