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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.