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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.