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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.