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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Technova,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.