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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.