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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.