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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.