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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.