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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.