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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.