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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Can,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.