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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.