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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Slave,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.