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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.