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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.