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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.