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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.