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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.