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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.