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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.