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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.