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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.