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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.