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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.