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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.