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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.