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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.