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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.