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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
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The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.