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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.