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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.