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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Erasure,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
CMW,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.