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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.