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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.