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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.