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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.