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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.