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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.