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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Franke,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.