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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Skarface,
Interpol,
the Slits,
the Association,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.