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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.