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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.