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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.