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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.