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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.