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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.