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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.