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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
the Sonics,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.