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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.