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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.