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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.