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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.