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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Swans,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.