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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.