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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.