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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.