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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.