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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Human League,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.