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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.