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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.