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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.