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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Skarface,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.