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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.