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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.