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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.