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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mars to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.