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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.