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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.