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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.