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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.