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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.