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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Residents,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.