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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.