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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.