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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.