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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
UT,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.