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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.