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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.