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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.