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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.