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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Black Pus 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.