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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Busters,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.