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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.