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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.