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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.