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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.