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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.