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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.