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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
X-101,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.