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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Can,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.