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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
The Move,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.