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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.