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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.