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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.