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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.