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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.