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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
ABC,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.