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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.