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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Magma,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.