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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.