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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Monks,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.