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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
EPMD,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.