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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.