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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Busters,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.