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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.