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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.