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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Smog,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.