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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.