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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Motorama,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.