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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Monks,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.