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 Chile 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.