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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.