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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.