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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.