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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.