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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.