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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.