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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.