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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.