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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Skarface,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.