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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.