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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.