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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.