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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.