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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.