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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.