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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Quadrant 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.