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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.