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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Roxette,
Wire,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
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.