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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.