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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.