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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.