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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.