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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.