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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.