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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Move to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.