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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.