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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.