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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.