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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.