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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.