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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.