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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.