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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.