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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.