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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.