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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.