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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.