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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Smog,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.