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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.