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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Fear,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.