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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.