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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.