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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Wings,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.