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 India and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.