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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
New Order,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.