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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Main Source,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.