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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.