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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.