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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.