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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.