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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.