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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.