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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.