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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.