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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Chrome 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Technova,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.