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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.