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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.