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 Nepal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.