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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.