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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.