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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Pole,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.