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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.