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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.