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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.