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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.