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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.