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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.