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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.