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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.