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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.