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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.