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 Chile and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.