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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.