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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.