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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.