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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.