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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.