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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.