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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.