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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.