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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.