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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
June Days,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.