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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.