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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.