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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.