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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Magma,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.