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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.