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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 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 Funky Four + One 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.