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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.