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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.