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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Crime,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.