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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.