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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.