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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.