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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.