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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.