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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.