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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Technova,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Model 500,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.