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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.