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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.