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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.