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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.