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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Monks,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.