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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.