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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.