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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.