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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.