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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.