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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.