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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.