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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Searchers to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.