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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Ten City,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.