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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.