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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.