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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Nico,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.