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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.