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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Can,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.