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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.