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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Inner City,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.