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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.