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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.