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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.