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 United States 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.