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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
New Order,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.