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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.