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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.