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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Index,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.