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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.