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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.