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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Wings,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.