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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.