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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.