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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.