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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.