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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.