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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.