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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Offenders to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.