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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.