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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.