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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.