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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.