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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.