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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.