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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.