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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.