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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Cluster,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.