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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.