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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.