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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.