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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.