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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.