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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.