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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.