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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.