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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.