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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.