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 Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.