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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.