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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.