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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.