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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.