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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.