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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.