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 Latvia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.