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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.