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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
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 Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
AZ,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.