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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Nico,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.