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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.