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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Technova,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.