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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.