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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Index,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.