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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Wire,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.