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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.