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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.