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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.