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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Nas,
This Heat,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.