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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.