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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.