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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.