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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.