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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.