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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.