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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.