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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.