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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.